This is a song about "Cleopatra comming at ya"

You need money holla at ya boy honey

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Its not a miss but a perfect hit and kissed at ya

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

They dyin to meet me...r.i.p ill be at ya graaaaave bitch,

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

Ambition till i die, dont ask me why, look at ya self and ya no why i try

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Who sleep at night hoping ya dreams come true

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

No sequel iron at ya temple